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From Blond Curls to Ash's
Everything you once were fits into this jar
Your favorite dress your favorite perfume
Your soft honey hair that curled in little ringlets
I loved everything about you
Now everything I loved is in this container
Small and barely full it holds you
Your dark blue eyes that used to sparkle
Your hands that loved to shake the farkle cup
Your favorite hair clip
I can still see it
I wanna open up this jar
And peak inside of you
It’s something I never would have wanted to do
I just want to see if your still there
Not just a pile of ashes packed into this jar
Why were you cremated?
Why were you hit by that car?
I really love you even though now you fit into jar
The ceremony was full of tears
My mascara ran in streams of ashen grays and blue
Our mother didn’t cry
Because she wasn’t even awake
Did you know she fainted?
And now she hates on the stupid guy that killed you
He just should have looked
Not played with the radio
You were only seven, not old enough to die
I know our family tradition
Says we will all be cremated
But in my opinion it’s stupid thing to do
Just dump my body in the ocean
Watch me float away
My baby sister we should have buried you today
Now you stare at us from the mantel
Sitting on top of the fireplace
I remember last Christmas when we took down the tree
Daddy burned it and you cried
That tree didn’t deserve to burn
And neither do you
I know you’re in heaven
But why on earth are you still here
Watching the family you left pretend to eat
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